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A Wanderer's Song
(1 June 1878 – 12 May 1967 / Herefordshire / England)

A Wanderer's Song

Poem By John Masefield

A WIND'S in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels,
I am tired of brick and stone and rumbling wagon-wheels;
I hunger for the sea's edge, the limit of the land,
Where the wild old Atlantic is shouting on the sand.

Oh I'll be going, leaving the noises of the street,
To where a lifting foresail-foot is yanking at the sheet;
To a windy, tossing anchorage where yawls and ketches ride,
Oh I'l be going, going, until I meet the tide.

And first I'll hear the sea-wind, the mewing of the gulls,
The clucking, sucking of the sea about the rusty hulls,
The songs at the capstan at the hooker warping out,
And then the heart of me'll know I'm there or thereabout.

Oh I am sick of brick and stone, the heart of me is sick,
For windy green, unquiet sea, the realm of Moby Dick;
And I'll be going, going, from the roaring of the wheels,
For a wind's in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels.

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Comments (4)

Other websites say this poem is now in the public domain, being published before 1/1/1924.
I have just read aloud, for I am a public reader of poetry, this profound and lovely poem Growing
a sure fav of mine.loved it.
I too feel so now as John Masefield feels as expressed in this poem! Technological utopia is killing human habitation here now! Timely poem to read!